Heather: Age 16
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| - | You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You | + | You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You carry your half-eaten plate to the kitchen where you then dispose of the leftover food in the trash can. You then walk back into the dining room to tell your family that you are going to bed, but everyone |
| - | the kitchen where you then dispose of the leftover food in the trash can. You then | + | is gone except your mom who is sitting there with her head between her hands...crying. you are very tired but you love your mom very much, so you walk over and run your hand across her shoulders and ask whats wrong. Your gentle touch startles your mother and she looks at you, eyes filled with tears and says "your father isn't interested in me anymore, he says my body is no longer attractive". |
| - | walk back into the dining room to | + | |
| - | is gone except your mom who is sitting there with her head between her hands...crying. you are very tired but you love your mom very much, so you walk over and run your hand across her shoulders and ask whats wrong. Your gentle touch startles your mother and she looks at you, eyes filled with tears and says "your father | + | You frown...Your mom is 31 years old, she has platinum blonde hair and has a beautiful set of boobs that you wish you had. |
| - | + | You smile and tell your mom that she is very beautiful and that you would tap that anytime. This makes your mom smile, you take your young teenage hand and you wipe the tears from your moms face, your mom has now stop crying and motions for you to sit in her lap. With a slick motion she puts her hand around the back of your thigh (you are wearing tight orange cheer leading shorts) and she pulls u into her lap. she leans close and kisses you on the cheek and pulls you in close for a mother/daughter hug. | |
| - | + | The closeness and the feeling of your mothers big breast pressed against yours makes u sigh. as the two of you sit there pressing your tight feminine bodies together..you both realize that this is more than a hug. You both stand up and take each other by the hand.... What do you do? | |
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*[[ walk upstairs to your room ]] | *[[ walk upstairs to your room ]] | ||
*[[ lead her into the living room, where your dad sits]] | *[[ lead her into the living room, where your dad sits]] | ||
| + | [[Category: Family Ties| Family Ties]] | ||
Revision as of 00:14, 30 July 2012
You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You carry your half-eaten plate to the kitchen where you then dispose of the leftover food in the trash can. You then walk back into the dining room to tell your family that you are going to bed, but everyone
is gone except your mom who is sitting there with her head between her hands...crying. you are very tired but you love your mom very much, so you walk over and run your hand across her shoulders and ask whats wrong. Your gentle touch startles your mother and she looks at you, eyes filled with tears and says "your father isn't interested in me anymore, he says my body is no longer attractive".
You frown...Your mom is 31 years old, she has platinum blonde hair and has a beautiful set of boobs that you wish you had. You smile and tell your mom that she is very beautiful and that you would tap that anytime. This makes your mom smile, you take your young teenage hand and you wipe the tears from your moms face, your mom has now stop crying and motions for you to sit in her lap. With a slick motion she puts her hand around the back of your thigh (you are wearing tight orange cheer leading shorts) and she pulls u into her lap. she leans close and kisses you on the cheek and pulls you in close for a mother/daughter hug. The closeness and the feeling of your mothers big breast pressed against yours makes u sigh. as the two of you sit there pressing your tight feminine bodies together..you both realize that this is more than a hug. You both stand up and take each other by the hand.... What do you do?
